Chatter

Flowers blowing in the wind
Voices deep with in
A bird flying over
Someone touch’s my shoulder

Reflections of yesteryear are never ending
Rain of a tear drop, ever cleansing
Noise’s in my head they come and go
Wondering all along which way to go

Following a sacred path, to search deep in my life
Hoping to make me strong, maybe fix’s things that was wrong
My future stands before me, yarning for knowledge
Using me as an antenna, maybe go back to college

One’s chapters in life is all good, but still you feel misunderstood
As time pass’s we learn to let go, good or bad that’s how we grow
Water in a simmering glass, memories of life time pass

A friend told me once; I look at things to deep
I guess he felt like I gave him the creeps
But through it all I still say, fuck them all
Chatter in my head has its own ideas instead
If there is one thing I’ve learned, it would be this

Pancake batter, oil splatter, window clatter, all that chatter

Mind over matter!